Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, 42 Dugg, Lil Dann & Lil Yachty - “Get In Wit Me” Freestyle
[Intro]
(
Dante, you snapped on this one
)
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
She want G6 pain killer, I pull up like Dame Lillard
You just tryna hang with us, they never hit me and she wear a chain
I just signed a clean deal, you tote Glock, no Springfield
Real project baby, I'm one way, got the football from outta’ drank
I'm tryna see how the kiss feel, baby'll keeps her lips filled
Oh, you wit’ the jeans set-up, she done covered her ass [?]
Havin' more drip than Greenbrier, hope you sit in the ringsides
Bro know I ain't no team player, I'm not payin' no bitch to [?]
If I was special team, I still wouldn't fake kick it
Like Morris Chestnut, I'm comin' thru’ straight Ricky
Bought her Chanel ’cause she was poutin' bad, now she mad at me
Every car I bought got sport, I ain’t never had to go to the academy
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Niggas rich, rats, really bank tellers (Damn)
I like 'em chocolate, caramel and hot yellow (I can't pick)
I ain't drop nun’ in a minute, got my fans mad at me
Had to tighten up on my business, now I'm back for everything
House and boats, check
Still servin', yep
Fillin' up the jet, where we goin' next?
Only talk to her on the phone, she think she can't be fucked wit' now
Certified to the bone, I trapped in front my momma house
Atlanta fame get 'em, I want all the millions (Yeah)
You niggas hang with 'em, it's the same difference
We chasin' paper everyday, life ain't never borin' to me
Catch me outside with your boo, you better act accordingly
I've been grown since thirteen, that's a little boy to me
Twenty pair of Chrome jeans, send the invoice over to me
Go on a high speed like I'on love my life (Yeah)
That white McLaren, it lost the helicopter twice
I heard she mean to you, when I'm around she nice (Yeah)
I'm ready to gamble now, I still got my dice
Pain givers, DA say we gang members
I stood in that rain with 'em, I'm still wit' the same niggas
That's my stepper, she do what I tell her, I put thang in her
Middle finger to the haters, they know I'm a flame spitter (On God)
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Tennis chains, yep, golf balls
No fetty, I'm sellin' straight dog
Heated pool, this got bought from He:on
I know them real blues, nigga, take one
Chain blingin', yep, name ringin', yep
Lame niggas mad they can't hang wit' us, nope
I'm swervin' the Lamb' truck like I'on love my kids
Your Rollie twelve, my daughter, she was ten
H told her shh—, bitch, we back on that again
I'm back in here wit' Driz, been killin' since we was kids
Don't call them niggas problems, you know youngin a bitch
Don't pay money for shit, he still owe us a blitz
[Verse 4: Lil Dann]
All that hatin' shit be sour but all these niggas sweet as Skittles
My niggas lose a trial, I'ma come through that bitch like Brian Nichols
And the first you gon' see is God, no need for hospitals
I just popped out and seen a nigga I robbed, he screamin', "My nigga" (Come here)
I'm fuckin' all these niggas' hoes, play wit' Dann and get exposed
All them niggas, y'all said be stand up guys, get in that court and fold
I touched down, y'all fumblin', I got way more drip than Cumberland
That's your baby daddy? But in the trap them niggas be signin' shit
And bitch I'm big dawg, the killer's old as me (Okay)
And that's why I don't really like to fuck wit' niggas, I'm Mr. Mosely
My choppas hit, they OV (
Brrt
), ain't no time for I.V's (
It's us
)
It's can't be fucked with boys, my niggas hard as concrete
[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Backdoor me, that nigga, he green, I coulda' went through the front
Stylist, got so many smashed hoes, I'on know which one I want
Turn her up with Birkin bags, her friends out yellin', "Cunt"
I sip so much drank, bitch, don't even know how I still function
I ain't sign that, nigga, I ain't goin' to no label lunchin'
[?] online ain't never, pussy, tryna dump in
Off two Tesla pills, so geeked, I fuck around, get that crump in
F8 doin' a minute, two-hunnid, I just back at they junction
Bitches love me, yuh, niggas hate that, huh
You ain't shake back nun', grab the shit and run
Thinkin' you tough, nigga, this the city, everybody got guns
I can't respect him, he pillow talkin' on all the shit he done
[?] ain't got no bills and nigga, I'm one of the ones
Believe a thing they say in they raps, real life they ain't on nun'
Can tell these niggas just got some money, just look at the way they flaunt it
I can't be fucked wit', I never get told, "No", if I need it, I want it
(
Dante, you snapped on this one
)
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
She want G6 pain killer, I pull up like Dame Lillard
You just tryna hang with us, they never hit me and she wear a chain
I just signed a clean deal, you tote Glock, no Springfield
Real project baby, I'm one way, got the football from outta’ drank
I'm tryna see how the kiss feel, baby'll keeps her lips filled
Oh, you wit’ the jeans set-up, she done covered her ass [?]
Havin' more drip than Greenbrier, hope you sit in the ringsides
Bro know I ain't no team player, I'm not payin' no bitch to [?]
If I was special team, I still wouldn't fake kick it
Like Morris Chestnut, I'm comin' thru’ straight Ricky
Bought her Chanel ’cause she was poutin' bad, now she mad at me
Every car I bought got sport, I ain’t never had to go to the academy
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Niggas rich, rats, really bank tellers (Damn)
I like 'em chocolate, caramel and hot yellow (I can't pick)
I ain't drop nun’ in a minute, got my fans mad at me
Had to tighten up on my business, now I'm back for everything
House and boats, check
Still servin', yep
Fillin' up the jet, where we goin' next?
Only talk to her on the phone, she think she can't be fucked wit' now
Certified to the bone, I trapped in front my momma house
Atlanta fame get 'em, I want all the millions (Yeah)
You niggas hang with 'em, it's the same difference
We chasin' paper everyday, life ain't never borin' to me
Catch me outside with your boo, you better act accordingly
I've been grown since thirteen, that's a little boy to me
Twenty pair of Chrome jeans, send the invoice over to me
Go on a high speed like I'on love my life (Yeah)
That white McLaren, it lost the helicopter twice
I heard she mean to you, when I'm around she nice (Yeah)
I'm ready to gamble now, I still got my dice
Pain givers, DA say we gang members
I stood in that rain with 'em, I'm still wit' the same niggas
That's my stepper, she do what I tell her, I put thang in her
Middle finger to the haters, they know I'm a flame spitter (On God)
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Tennis chains, yep, golf balls
No fetty, I'm sellin' straight dog
Heated pool, this got bought from He:on
I know them real blues, nigga, take one
Chain blingin', yep, name ringin', yep
Lame niggas mad they can't hang wit' us, nope
I'm swervin' the Lamb' truck like I'on love my kids
Your Rollie twelve, my daughter, she was ten
H told her shh—, bitch, we back on that again
I'm back in here wit' Driz, been killin' since we was kids
Don't call them niggas problems, you know youngin a bitch
Don't pay money for shit, he still owe us a blitz
[Verse 4: Lil Dann]
All that hatin' shit be sour but all these niggas sweet as Skittles
My niggas lose a trial, I'ma come through that bitch like Brian Nichols
And the first you gon' see is God, no need for hospitals
I just popped out and seen a nigga I robbed, he screamin', "My nigga" (Come here)
I'm fuckin' all these niggas' hoes, play wit' Dann and get exposed
All them niggas, y'all said be stand up guys, get in that court and fold
I touched down, y'all fumblin', I got way more drip than Cumberland
That's your baby daddy? But in the trap them niggas be signin' shit
And bitch I'm big dawg, the killer's old as me (Okay)
And that's why I don't really like to fuck wit' niggas, I'm Mr. Mosely
My choppas hit, they OV (
Brrt
), ain't no time for I.V's (
It's us
)
It's can't be fucked with boys, my niggas hard as concrete
[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Backdoor me, that nigga, he green, I coulda' went through the front
Stylist, got so many smashed hoes, I'on know which one I want
Turn her up with Birkin bags, her friends out yellin', "Cunt"
I sip so much drank, bitch, don't even know how I still function
I ain't sign that, nigga, I ain't goin' to no label lunchin'
[?] online ain't never, pussy, tryna dump in
Off two Tesla pills, so geeked, I fuck around, get that crump in
F8 doin' a minute, two-hunnid, I just back at they junction
Bitches love me, yuh, niggas hate that, huh
You ain't shake back nun', grab the shit and run
Thinkin' you tough, nigga, this the city, everybody got guns
I can't respect him, he pillow talkin' on all the shit he done
[?] ain't got no bills and nigga, I'm one of the ones
Believe a thing they say in they raps, real life they ain't on nun'
Can tell these niggas just got some money, just look at the way they flaunt it
I can't be fucked wit', I never get told, "No", if I need it, I want it
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